I can measure my life
in lists of things I
meant to do.
The bullets, the stars.
numbers, arrows.
Musts, maybes and
Laters.
All there in
the wobbly print
of my 9 year old
boy scrawl.
If I circled it
did it first,
Will this guarantee a
different fork?
Wil walk down
my to-do, to
Prosperity
If I accomplished
it all?
or
would I start
a new way
perhaps tattooed on
my arm
would I start , then
cllecting boxes
of regrets?
Every lists is
a promise I pretend
to make for
myself.
my Beautiful
False Paper Trail
for a productive life
assuredly.
not the one
that I lead,
At all.
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
I can measure my life
in lists of things I
meant to do.
The bullets, the stars.
numbers, arrows.
Musts, maybes and
Laters.
All there in
the wobbly print
of my 9 year old
boy scrawl.
If I circled it
did it first,
Will this guarantee a
different fork?
Wil walk down
my to-do, to
Prosperity
If I accomplished
it all?
or
would I start
a new way
perhaps tattooed on
my arm
would I start , then
cllecting boxes
of regrets?
Every lists is
a promise I pretend
to make for
myself.
my Beautiful
False Paper Trail
for a productive life
assuredly.
not the one
that I lead,
At all.
Copyright FHW, 2011
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